Darl

A single blade of fresh grass amongst the wilted weeds,
A tall marble pillar standing alone amidst desolation.
They looked at him with the eyes of a stranger;
Cold stone stares, wary, wondering.
And him, his eyes full of the land,
Twisting, turning, straining free,
Following the road that curved like a wild thing
Over the flaming horizon, beyond the sight of man.

It takes two people to make you and one to die.
That's how the world is going to end.

Then there was nothing.
Him who never was and so never will be;
Crushed under the weary demands
Of those whose haughty eyes
Deemed themselves worthy, and yet
Who saw nothing of what his gaze
Tore away from their secret and solitary lives.

And then I could get ready to die.
I cannot love my mother because I have no mother.

The words that flowed from his touch,
Desperate, pleading, hauntingly beautiful,
Yearning for the sky.
To give them the best of himself
And to hold back all he had
From them who would destroy it.

This world is not his world, this life his life.

And the hate, scarlet like fire,
Etched on his soul since birth
By a thousand searing knives.
Not of him nor from him
But in him, he who deserved it least of all.
And in the end, he could not break free
Of the trap which man had set for him.

Darl. Darl. Our brother Darl.

Darl is our brother.